Spiderman is dead: the story afterwards pt. VII
I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder
It is impossible to never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
Getting away, getting away, getting away...
Harry Osborn threw his glass of champagne to the wall. He, too, became broken. He lost his mother first, then his father at the hands of his best friend, who also died. And Peter have been so much of a brother to him...the last years of the rest of Peter's life, Harry pushed him away. Now his best friend's dead...he didn't even say that he forgives Peter for killing his father...
Peter was killed, by that monster, that...that maniac, that madman, that crazy scientist, that hack...and Harry will not let that particular Octopus get away with it. No sir.
He's been thinking a lot, on how he can get back at the monster, to restore justice for his best friend and revenge for himself. Otto Gunther Octavius must pay. He ruined his life, took his money, and took his best friend away...the man will die.
Then, Harry looked over to the closet he have recently found, that was broken when he threw a knife at it. The Green Goblin's lair. His father have once become the monster, the same madman that tried to kill MJ...and even him. He walked up through the closet, and picked up the green goblin mask. He felt the smooth texture of the green plastic, the thing his father once wore.
"Octavius stole my best friend," Osborn spoke harshly, "I will not let him get away with that."
We decided to rob the drugstore in the Garment district. I wanted to stay in the Bronx, but the actuators protested.
Look, there are people over there already robbing the store! Go to a safe environment where no one expects a robbery.
I didn't feel like arguing. Besides, I feel up to a walk anyway. I haven't been outside in weeks. The actuators were underneath my black trenchcoat.
The day, as of every other day for the past weeks, wasn't pretty. It was still raining. Hard. Is the sky crying? Is it crying for Peter? Is it crying for me? I wasn't sure.
I had to walk through the cold rain. The tentacles kept nagging at me that I would catch a cold. I ignored them. I like this rain. I like walking through it. I loved it when the sky was gray. Every time I saw the sun come out, I hated it. It brings back painful memories. I created my own sun once. It gave me pain and misery in the end. It became the end of the world for me.
When I reached the drug store, I paused in front of the door. I hesitate to open the door.
Father?
What's wrong?
Nothing...it is just that...I'm not really sure...if I should do this...
The rain dripped over my head one by one, the cold, wet touch cold to my skull. They fall down, one by one, like a pianist's fingers, fingering the piano.
We have gone this over and over, Father!
Relax, you have a trenchcoat! Just stuff the food inside the coat and walk out, no questions asked.
Is it hard? They wouldn't notice.
I nodded and gulped, then stepped into the store. No one saw me. I looked at no one. I walked fast, toward the food section. I didn't stop for anything—I felt like I was dying of starvation. I saw everything—candy, chips, sodas, donuts, etc. There wasn't anything that was usually found in grocery stores, but I didn't hesitate.
I looked around, for any signs of witnesses, any signs of a camera. None. Nada. What big idiots. Juvenile delinquents of today could easily snatch a bag or two from here. I didn't hesitate to stuff the loot underneath the big pockets I had. Snickers, pop-tarts, M&M's, Cheetos, Doritos. Baby Ruth, Reese's, Sprites, Dr. Pepper, Coke...they may be junk food, as that I need the nutrients, but what the hell, I could eat a horse by now. Maybe I'll rob a grocery store by Queens later on.
The problem is, I need to keep up an alibi. I just can't come in a store, look around the foods/snack section, then just run out in a hurry. No way. Too risky. I'll be suspicious.
A girl teenager was walking down the food isle. She spotted something by the candy's section. She took out her purse and took out a dollar, and grabbed a pack of gum. She dropped something...
There was a dollar on the floor. The Juicy fruit gum's only 50 cents. I grabbed the gum. I zoomed faster than the girl, and up to the counter, ready to buy the pack of gum.
The clerk made a fixed look. "Hn. You beggars are all the same. You'd search the floor for money like little rats, and be desperate to buy something to eat, even takin' petty money from a little girl." He scanned the gum and I gave him the money. I looked at him, confused. How does he know?
The clerk laughed. "He heh, jus' kiddin'! Nice coat though, they're expensive stuff I'll bet!" He gave me the drug store bag. "Have a nice day!" I left the store.
That was a close one. Even though it coincide, the guy would have no idea that I'm really am a beggar.
"Otto...?" I heard her voice. Rosie? No, it was Mary Jane. She is right behind me.
I turned around to face her in the rain. She wore black tight pants and a black Old Navy jogging jacket. Mary Jane wasn't wet from the rain, since she has an umbrella. She made an unsure look, as if trying to recognize me. As if I am different.
I admit, I have lost an awful amount of weight for the past weeks, due to the lack of food...not to mention, my skin is really pale. As white as snow. I've been in the dark for so long. But she recognized me alright, by looking straight at me. I didn't speak.
"What...what are you doing here?"
I didn't want to answer. Instead I say, "How did you know it was me?"
"Your eyes...they're brown. So familiar. I knew it was you."
I nodded and whispered oh. She motioned for me to walk with her, and I nervously did so. Even though she forgives me, I feel uncomfortable about this, since she was Peter Parker's girlfriend. We continued to walk, the sounds of rain the sounds of cars filling the air. She shared the umbrella with me, and I reluctantly let her. We were silent.
"You looked...different." Mary Jane spoke, "You look...like crap."
"I do, do I?" I replied. She nodded.
"You're not...hurting yourself, are you?" she asked in concern.
"I'm...I'm fine. I'll be...okay." I stopped, wanting to go in the opposite way of where she was heading.
"You're sure?" She asked, "you want a bite to eat or something?"
I'd love to Mary Jane, but I have interfered with your life enough. I have killed the one you love, and as forgiving as you are, I believe it isn't right for you to help me. I don't deserve it. Thanks...but no thanks.
"Good bye, Mary Jane." I turned around and walked through the rain, never looking back.
I walked through the rain, leaving the cherry-red haired girl alone, passing through the crowd of pedestrians that pass me. The rain fell, making everything dark, everything gray.
...Father?
What is it? I thought to the actuators, taking out a stick of gum I brought. I stuffed it in my mouth. Damn, I'm so hungry. The flavor will hold me.
That girl...
Mary Jane...she is going to die.
I paused right there. What? What did they say?
Turn around! In that alleyway!
I turned around. I saw her disappear in the dark alleyway, and a group of thugs have spotted her and followed her in. My heart leaped. There goes a feeling that something is going to go wrong. Like some kind of sense. I felt it directly, this familiar feeling, at the demonstration, before I first turned on the fusion reactor. Something is going to go wrong.
A voice in my head spoke to me. The same voice I heard at Peter's funeral. "With great power, comes great responsibility."
My heart leaped. That voice has a right say, I must step up. I have some kind of responsibility. Mary Jane could be saved. I might have a chance...I have to react quickly.
I spat out the gum I was chewing and walked backwards slowly, into the darkness of the alleyway that was behind me. I allowed the actuators to come out, and I climbed up the building, not caring if anyone saw me.
And I didn't go slowly; I went a full speed ahead. I used the arms to go faster than my legs could carry, and I jumped over 2-3 buildings. Thunder boomed the sky.
Then I saw her being pushed around, back and forth, by those thugs. She screamed 'help!', and I dared not to wait another second of watching. I jumped in and saved her.
I jumped on top one of them that was far from the group, and when they reacted, I aimed a punch with each of my flesh-and-blood arms in my left and right.
The two that was in front of me that took advantage over Mary Jane each took out switchblades, but the top two actuators didn't give them a moment of threat. They lifted both of them up, and threw them across the alleyway, but they didn't kill them. I couldn't really more deaths in the karma of my soul.
Then, the two that he punched each took out a gun and began to shoot. One of them shot me in the left arm. I jumped backwards in the apartment ladders from the left side to the right, trying to dodge the bullets.
When I reached to the top of the building, I raised my arms, all six of them. The thugs looked at me, the rain falling to their ugly faces, and they each held looks of fear, after hearing sounds of thunder and seeing the flash of lighting that happens to flash behind me.
I took this as an advantage, and dove in, and attacked the thugs head on. I punched and attacked them with my arms one by one, until they were all drop-dead unconscious.
I turned to Mary Jane. She had a strange look, not a look of shock or surprise, but one filled with emotion. One, that was confused and in relief, and was proud and amazed, but frightened. Is this is how Peter feels, when he saved a life? What would happen if I didn't save Mary Jane? I would blame it on myself. Would Peter blame himself too?
"With great power comes great responsibility."
Then that was when I really first became sick. My head was throbbing, burning painfully, and I feel so nauseous, I'd throw up any minute. I tried hard not to hurl.
And Mary Jane, she approached to me. The rain was still falling. She was aware of my condition, and I feel so...so drowsy. I placed my hand on my forehead, backing away from her. No...I don't need her help...I don't need anyone's! Oh God it hurts...
"Otto?" She said softly, rushing to my side. "Are you okay?"
Father? The arms were beginning to worry.
Are you okay?
I moaned painfully. I have never felt so sick in my entire life.
Oh my god! I think he's going to die!
We have to help him! He needs a doctor!
The arms tried to 'look' at Mary Jane, 'telling' her I need help. She understood as if she could read their minds, and held onto me before I bent down.
"Otto? Oh God, Otto! Hold on, I'll get you some help, okay?" my head...I'm losing touch...I'm losing it...
Before I could even know it, I pushed the girl aside and I turned around, facing the alleyway wall and between the trash cans, and there I vomited there. All that food that'll ever hold me, gone right there. God, I hated vomiting. Especially in front of someone.
Next thing, I was breathing hard, and I fell backwards, lying on my back. The last things I saw, were all four of the arms, Mary Jane's frightened look, and more rain falling from a much grayer sky. I closed my eyes, drifting into a sleep I have never had in a long time.
Father! FATHER!!!
Help, Mary Jane! Please!
He's going to die! He's going to die! We're going to die!
We got to send him to the hospital!
There I was...unconscious.
Yay! An update! Um...nothing much to say to you guys except, I decided to add two bible verses for this chapter, because I couldn't really choose which is better...
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